Behold Your Mother

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Mother of Sorrows, you remained close to Jesus when love cost you everything. As I walk with you through these days, teach me not to flee from the suffering of Christ or the pain of those beside me. Hold my grief near your pierced heart, and lead me through every sorrow to the faithful love of your Son. Amen.

Let us pause in silence, and bring to mind the intention you are praying for.

In the app, your own saved intention rests here during the silence. The narration stays the same for everyone.

Therefore when Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing there, he said to his mother, 'Woman, behold, your son!' Then he said to the disciple, 'Behold, your mother!' From that hour, the disciple took her to his own home.

In the hour of loss, Jesus gives Mary and the beloved disciple to one another. Catholic faith hears in these words a gift to the whole Church: the sorrowing Mother receives Christ's disciples as her children. Grief does not end her love; it enlarges its embrace in hope.

Mother given to us by Jesus, receive me as your child and draw me close to your Son. Gather into your care all who feel alone after loss. Teach me to let sorrow enlarge rather than shrink my heart, so I can welcome others with patience and generosity. Amen.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly to you, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to you do I come, before you I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in your mercy hear and answer me. Amen.

Our Lady of Sorrows, you know the weight of a heart that loves and grieves. Receive the intention I carry and place it beside the Cross of your Son. Comfort all who mourn, strengthen all who suffer, and obtain for me a compassion that stays present. When sorrow darkens my way, keep me faithful until Christ turns mourning into joy. Amen.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.